The Luna Faerie (G/T)

1 - Sold

Things to know before reading:

-Any human can learn alchemy and make a potion.

-Not all humans can use magic, but the ones that can usually have an aptitude towards one of the five divisions (Summoming, Illusion, Mending, Enchantment and Transmutation) and can hone their skills through the use of school or a mentor.

-Humans generally believe that fae are only capable of mimicking human emotion, not feeling it themselves.

-The language barrier between Fae and Human breaks when they know/speak each other's names

-There are Luna and Solas faeries. Luna fae are more active in the night, and get their energy from the moon. The Solas fae are the same, but with the day/sun. A Luna faerie's wings are larger and like that of a moth's, while a Solas faerie's wings are long, thin and clear (think 'traditional fairy' wings).

-A fae's wings will heal themselves/grow back over time, a process sped up by Dust, but they will never fully replenish themselves if torn out

-Finn is 6 inches tall, and a Luna fae.
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"Now don't you try and escape.. I hate being on pest cleanup."

The voice was soft, but held a deep warning to it. Finn couldn't tell what they were saying, but it didn't sound too good.

"Let me out!" He vehemently protested as he tried to pry the metal gate open, but he knew his words fell on deaf ears. Immediately he regretted his actions as he was rewarded with a flick against the cage, rattling the metal bars and sending him flying backwards in a panic. All of his bravery drained from him at the grin that settled on his captor's face. Terror filled him, which seemed to be what they wanted.

He stood still on the smooth metal floor as the human brought him down a narrow hall and into a much bigger room, hoping that this place would at least be better than the last, but what he saw made his stomach twist into a solid knot. The walls were lined with everything from captive rats and mice, to small insects, to flourishing plants and dried herbs. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight before him. Everything from the various creatures and materials to the jars and bottles only screamed one thing: He was in an Alchemist's shop.

Involuntarily he began to shake, as the reality of everything set in. He was going to sit here and rot on a shelf, just to be sold like he was just some mindless animal or an ingredient to be picked apart and harvested for whatever his buyer wanted. He felt sick to his guts, and could barely hear the thunderous voice above him as his captor spoke. Presumably, to the shopkeeper in the room. Finn didn't look. He couldn't move.

"Where d'you want this one, boss?"

"That's a special one, there. Put it near the front display, it's bound to sell quicker that way."

The faerie jolted back as they were on the move again, and only once his cage met solid ground did a little bit of the tension leave him. He let out a shuddered breath, trying to get a grasp of his new surroundings. He was on a large wooden table, placed in between the display of bright crystals and geodes and the stack of velvet-wrapped books that towered above his enclosure. It was a little relieving to not have been placed within sight of the other captive animals, unable to meet their same, hopeless stare as they could only try not to think about the grim fate they were all bound to endure.